Mist

[Burgorg]

The bonfires burned strongly keeping the gathered orcs warm - if it was even possible shrouded in plate in the cold lands of Northrend. No one was Warm here. Happiness it was just an act in the lips of many, keeping the spirits up of friends and comrades. Fear was their greatest enemy.

And then there were the shadows outside the warmth of the bonfires. Many orc has gone missing during the night patrols. Many orc had walked to the mist and had not found again, But their screams echoed in the night. Many prayers for the Ancestors were said asking them to guide the lost souls back to home.

He stood front of a Bonfire his Bear-mask covering his scarred face, his jaws moved in the motion of chewing. He chewed loudly on a rock, a tasty tasty rock, making many to look at him in mild confusion, new grunts and old ones. No one wanted to accept it. That orc was chewing a Rock. A few flinched when the sound of stonebreaking echoed in their helmets.

"Ye are one crazy orc Rockeater, how can you do that?" A grunt asked, looking up at the colossal Orc.

"Mu bu uetung dem trugh mu luf, uezu."

The grunt blinked behind his helmet, taking his time to form a proper sentence and then nodding. "I see, I see. Who you think they sent to the mist next?" the young grunt asked looking at Burgorg's scarred jawline as it "shone" in the fire.

"Mu huep muz, mu nut scurrud." Burgorg said and spat the pieces of rock to the bonfire crossing his arms. "Mu nuez scurud uf buuguemunz."

The sound of a Warhorn echoed down the hill, grunts shook their head from their thoughts and moved to attention when the Kor'krons and other high-ranked Orcs calmed their Worgs from in front of the Orcs. Some were yawning some were grinning and licking their tusks.

"The mist has enemies inside it. Reports tell about Kvaldirs; the Mist-people. Scouts have informed to us about a location of  a "Leader" of them. This might be just an assault leader, not a leader of the Mist-men army." A Kor'kron in a full-plate armor lifted a map to the light continuing to speak. "We need a small unit to step into the mist and head to this location, and execute this leader... any volunteers?" The orc looked around at few of the young grunts, still children in years, as they shuffled back and forth, eager or doubting.

"Are you Boars or Orcs? Any Volunteers?" the Kor'kron did not look pleased to this, as only few grunts stepped forward others murmuring about nightfights in the Mist would be too high risk.

"Mu guez." Burgorgs voice boomed over the grunts few turning around shaking their head.
Idiot getting himself killed they thought but did not say it out loud. One grunt, who thought he was as fierce and strong as an ogre, insulted the large Orc. The "Fight" did not last long when Burgorg flung him into the cold water and threw a crate after him, knocking the orc out cold.

Burgorg walked past the grunts, they made space for him, his huge hand moved to grab the map from the Kor'krons hand. The Kor'kron sneered and snapped his mouth shut.

"Dut wue?" Burgie said and turned to point towards the hill down to the misty shore.

"Dabu, that way and head west. There should be a ship with some shiny markings the scouts made sure it is easily noticed" He stopped and looked around. "Anyone to accompany him?"

A few of the grunts made a small nod and stepped forward.

"Go on then and rest of you get back to Warsong Hold! Maybe we can whip some courage into you people and Strike-team! Bring me that arse-holes head!"

Burgorg saluted and head down to the mist "Her" voice in his head yapping to him. "No gettin' in-ter trouble, yers better not get yerself in-ter trouble!"

Crazu' fumulz. Burgorg shook his head and walked down.

The mist was like a web, all of the orcs were nervous, even Burgorg. He did not like to move blind like this, he grunted, the grunts stayed close to him almost as if they would jump to his from at a sudden sound.

"Scurud?" Burgorg snapped between his teeth, some of the grunts grunted from shame and nodded.

"Ye bu much bruvur uf ye survuve." he said and heard some of them swallow.

Then a silent sound of Whang echoed in the eerie silence. There was a and a yelp from a grunt who had dropped to his knees holding his throat with a bolt trough it. His throat filled with blood the young orc choked. Burgorg grunted and spread his legs slightly as he readied his shield and axe.

"Graurp apz.. nuw." Burgorg spoke between his teeth and hunched down slightly.

Soon one of the grunts yelped and he was pulled to the mist. The sound of deathfight echoed and then it went silent again. Burgorg shook his head. He did not like this Mist or the yapping he thought again.

"No gettin' in-ter trouble, yer hear me!"

Burgorg stroked his cheek slightly in thought and when he snapped back to the real world he saw something in the mist. It moved towards him, there was a flash of steel and then the hairy face of a Kvaldir wielding an axe.

And the battle started as the Kvaldir ambush surrounded the orcs. The battle was short when Burgorg and the five remaining grunts stomped their way trough them.

"Gud jabz.." Burgorg said cleaning his axe on a tunic of a Kvaldir.

His eyes saw something shining on the Kvaldirs neck, and he picked it up.  Peering at the ball, it was made of something - maybe glass? He did not know. But it had a small red light on it which did not move even when he turned the ball around. Burgorg thought hard, then nodded.

"Duz wue." he moved to the direction of the red glow.

The orcs walked for a long while, muscles tensed, weapons drawn, shields ready. But they did not see anyone, and soon the mist started to break. They saw torches and docked Kvaldir ships. There were pikes with heads on them, dead orcs and other races. The orc grunted in silence making promises of revenge and death.

"Dem huvung bunfurrz ulsu.."Burgorg said quietly, trying to hide behind a rock. The grunts nodded.

"Thur bu unlu un wuerung dum hulmut, dut bu dum luedur?" one of the grunts asked slightly unsure.

Burgorg peered over the rock and nodded. "Prubulby.. wu nuud dum uttuck plun unly sux uf uz und muny uf dum.. wu nuud dustructuon."

"Yeah... distraction, only if we would have a catapult we could fling a big rock to them."

Burgorg blinked and then grinned broadly looking at the grunts. "Haw mach ye wueght?"

The grunt blinked and snapped his teeth, shrugging. Burgorg grinned and lowered his speak to a whisper..........................

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The Kvaldirs were feasting on their victory against the orc scouting units and patrols. Their heads were filled with mead and ears with arrogance, as they lifted toasts to their leader who stood up on the pile of dead Horde and Alliance members boasting in glory.

Suddenly the air was filled with a booming warcry.

"Lok'tar Ogar!"

The Kvaldirs jumped up, ready to battle, until a fully armoured Orc landed on one of them, His weapons in front, killing the Kvaldir. The orc stopped and charged towards the next Kvaldir, soon another orc came flying out of the mist.

"Enemy ambush sound the alar-!" another orc landed to a neck of a Kvaldir.

"Nononononono! Burgorg you are not throwing me-AAAAHH!" Burgorg grabbed the young female grunt and threw her towards the Kvaldirs.

The battle had started between the Orcs and Kvaldirs, Burgorg nodding to the rest of the Orcs who ran from the mist shouting warcries. Burgorg spat onto his palms and lifted a huge rock to fling it as hard as he could towards the Kvaldirs. The rock did not fly for a long way but it carried on rolling due to the slight downhill slope. Burgorg ran after it, wreaking havoc among the Kvaldir, running towards their leader with his axe and shield ready.

Burgorg taunted the leader with his stance, challenged him, his bear-mask made him look ferocious. The Kvaldir leader roared and ran towards the huge orc. Their weapons clashed and soon the two of them were circling each other. They ignored the fight around them though the air was filled with the stench of burned flesh and blood.

Axe against sword, shield against sword, the sparks told their own story about the strength behind the weapons. Burgorg did not give ground for the Kvaldir, and the Kvaldir did not give up he was figthing for his life. He felt it in his spine as the huge Orc's axes bit chunks of his sword. The Kvaldir shouted and moved to a fast stab with his sword, only to find a shield front of him, a shield that pushed the sword away, with a breaking force. The Kvaldir's wrist and shoulder snapped loudly, and Burgorg's axe sunk into his chest. The Kvaldir gasped for air before he started to choke on his blood. Burgorg pulled his axe out of him, and turned away to aid the young grunts still in battle.

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The Kvaldir ship was slowly burning to ash. Four grunts lay on the ground, their eyes being closed. They looked calm, some of them were smiling.

"Gud fuight.."Burgorg said and looked the young female who stood next to him, tears fell from under her helmet.

"He he was my brother." she said quietly.

Burgorg snorted and gave her a small pat. "Yuz uvungud hum, und kupt hus hunur. Hu bu guing tu buttur pluce nuw" he said and guided the female away from the camp while he carried the head of the Kvaldir leader with a mutter.

"Mu nu buar.. mu Buer.." he grunted as the small cuts in his body stung and Her voice echoed between his ears again.

Don't yer dare get in-ter trouble, do yer hear me, Bear!?

Burgorg chuckled slightly and snapped his teeth.

"Crazu' fumulz."

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OOC: Thanks Mazzy for checking the spelling.

[Mazguul]

(( He should listen to 'Her'. 'Her' what knows best

Good read once again! I do so enjoy your 'Burgie stories' Loved this one for showing a little 'feeling' from the Buckethead, also with some action! ))